"Feist, Raymond E - The Riftwar Legacy 01 - Krondor- The Betrayal" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feist Raymond E)

The figure before Locklear regarded him a moment, then slowly reached up
to throw back his cowl. Dark, alien eyes regarded the young noble. These
were features Locklear had seen before: high brow, close-cropped hair.
Arching eyebrows and large, upswept and lobeless ears. But this was no
elf who stood before him; Locklear could feet it in his bones. The dark
eyes that regarded him could barely hide their contempt.

In heavily accented King's Tongue, the creature said, 'I am no renegade,
human. "

Sergeant Bales rode up and said, 'Damn! A Brother of the Dark

Path. Must have been some tribal thing, with those others trying to kill
him. "

The moredhel fixed Locklear with his gaze, studying him for a long
moment, then he said, 'If you are from the Prince's court then you may
help me. " 'Help you? said the sergeant. We're most likely going to hang
you, murderer. "

Locklear held up his hand for silence. Why should we help you, moredhel?
" 'Because I bring a word of warning for your prince. "

Warning of what? " 'That is for him to know. Will you take me to him? "

Locklear glanced at the sergeant, who said, We should take him to see
the Baron. " 'No, "said the moredhel. 'I will only speak with Prince
Arutha. " 'You'll speak to whoever we tell you to, butched' said Bales,
his voice edged in hatred. He had been fighting the Brotherhood of the

Dark Path his entire life and had seen their cruelty many times.

Locklear said, 'I know his kind. You can set fire to his feet and burn
him up to his neck and if he doesn't want to talk, he won't talk. "

The moredhel said, 'True. "He again studied Locklear and said, 'You have
faced my people? " 'Artnengar,'said Locklear. 'Again at Highcastle. Then
at Sethanon. "

'It is Sethanon about which I need to speak to your prince, "said the
moredhel.

Locklear turned to the sergeant and said, 'Leave us for a moment,

Sergeant. "

Bales hesitated, but there was a note of command in the young noble's
voice, no hint of deference to the sergeant; this was an order.

The sergeant turned and moved his patrol away. 'Say on, "said Locklear.